Stealing someone's clothes while they are bathing is such a bad behavior!
Song Xiang hadn't wiped off the water yet. He paused for a while and felt extremely cold.
"Please... bring the clothes in for me."
Yan Han walked to the door of the bathroom. Through the frosted door, Song Xiang could vaguely see his leisurely posture with his arms folded across his chest.
"Didn't you take it?"
Song Xiang gritted his teeth, "I remembered it wrong, I didn't take it."
Yan Han said a long "Oh", "Towel, pajamas, right?"
Song Xiang could hear the teasing in his tone and responded in a dull voice, "Yes."
"OK."
Yan Han's figure was printed on the door, and he turned around as expected.
After a while, there was a soft knock on the door.
Song Xiang opened the door a crack and felt that Shun Han was too talkative, so she locked him in the study. He must at least have a bit of a temper.
She stepped back a little, and Yan Han's arm reached in.
His shirt was rolled up to his forearms, and the blood vessels on the back of his hands clearly extended to his wrists. His fingers were slender and the knuckles were clearly strong.
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, and a picture suddenly came to his mind.
She closed her eyes, feeling his hand holding hers and slowly touching his body.
As if she was immersed in that day's environment, she slowly raised her hand to pick up the clothes.
Suddenly! Yan Han grabbed her wrist.
With a cry of surprise, her pajamas and towel were almost knocked to the ground. Fortunately, she squatted down and narrowly caught them.
A stern and cold voice came in, "Did you lock my door?"
Song Xiang: "..."
You know this stingy guy can't be a good person so easily.
She pulled her hand back hard, "I was protecting myself properly!"
Yan Han hummed softly and said nothing, but did not let go of his hand.
The pads of his fingers were slightly calloused, and he grabbed her wrist. He loosened it slightly, and then quickly held her hand.
Song Xiang didn't dare to move and felt him press her palm with his fingertips.
Gently go back and forth twice, a bit like... teasing.
When she was about to speak, he immediately let go of her hand.
"Give you five minutes. If you don't come out, I'll go in."
He stood outside the door and made a very "ferocious" threat.
Song Xiang took back her hand, not daring to delay, quickly wiped off the water and put on her pajamas.
There was a vacuum inside, and she poked her head outside when she went out.
Severe cold seems to be absent.
He breathed a sigh of relief and quietly went out. When he turned around, he saw Yan Han lying on the bed.
His eyes moved and he caught a glimpse of two pieces of underwear lying next to him.
Her face turned red, she glared at the person on the bed, took her underwear and ran out.
A harsh "mockery" came from behind.
Before I ran to the next room, I walked to the living room and saw two sets of electronic locks on the coffee table.
She was stunned for a moment, first glanced at the bedroom door, and then ran to look at the study door.
Sure enough, the lock was removed and there was a big hole in the door.
I'm going crazy on the spot, I really want to go in and have a cold.
After putting down the fire, I went to the guest room and changed my clothes.
When he went out again, preparing to raise troops to investigate, Yan Han had already gone in to take a bath.
She sat on the sofa, waiting for Shun Han to come out.
Minutes passed by, and half an hour later, there was finally movement in the bedroom.
Yan Han came out barefoot, wearing a bathrobe with the collar completely open, and strode into the living room.
Song Xiang blinked.
Shun Han felt like he was at home, opening the refrigerator to get ice water, raising his head and pouring it into his mouth.
Song Xiang was sitting on the sofa, not too far away but not too close, just enough to see his large exposed chest muscles and his Adam's apple that moved up and down.